The trilogy of Gotham.

Part twenty three

I wakeup in a hospital bed, dressed in a gown. My head hurts so bad then I see Alex lying on the bench, he stars.

"Your up?" he comes by my bed. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I know and I don't know how that happened," I reply smiling.

"Some guy just comes claiming to be your dad, I rejected his help to bring you here but thought against it. His waiting to speak to you. And I think his really your Dad."

This startled me, I couldn't imagine what exactly went wrong. I didn't wanna see him and how was it possible that he was still breathing.

"You should talk to him," he says, evading my thoughts.

"But I don't want to," I reply.

"You may realise his just up to your money. I may also doubt him being your father but there's a little resemblance."

"Okay please let him in."

He walks in dressed so appropriate, not the father figure I'd grown up knowing, clad in a navy blue Cardigan and jeans.

I close my eyes not wanting to meet his eyes, exhaling and inhaling.

This was the death of me, attempted murder of my own father.

The way I shot him, threw the gun by his limp body and strode off without anything at hand. I couldn't wait to see the police finding out anything.

Better being late than never. I said no to Juvenile detention.

I crash at the door and leave it wide open ,as I run off to my refuge. Taking advantage of my long legs.
Away from this town, to a land no one knows of my past.

Days and nights of running till I came across Gotham, the town of grace and hidden mischief.

"Hello my angel," I know that voice as he walks into the room.

But I say nothing, with eyes closed.

"Please look at me while you still can," he says and my eyes fly open. " I missed you so much."

"Damn you, don't even say that!!" I scream.

"If you could just give me ten minutes to explain myself and then I'll leave you afterwards," he says and I nod. "That gun had rubber bullets."

"Oh my God that's why your still standing," I exhale a breath I'd been holding. I'd imagined him being a ghost but now, am filled with relief.

"But I have pancreatic cancer, I have a few weeks to live."

"What! How? Alcohol?" am covered in shock and he nods.

"When you left, I recovered from the wound from the gun shot and two months later, I was diagnosed with cancer," I thought it was miner till it threw me down beyond the doctor's ability. Am really going to die."

A tear drops from his cheek. I'd never seen my father so vulnerable and worse, crying in front of me.

"No no I promise to get you the best doctor."

" Trust me, nothing can be done and am here to ask for your forgiveness. I want to die knowing that I settled all my debts except for your mother's," and silence covers the atmosphere.

Thinking about her, makes me never want to forgive him. This monster.

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